Friday, April 6, 2012
Spring!!!
It's been way too long since I posted on here!!! So I got married to my all time best friend! He is an incredible man and I am so completely lucky! Today we just had our easter party at work. We planted "magic jellybeans" that grew lollipops and we hunted for eggs and bought things at the store with our bunny money! The kids loved it and it got me thinking how much I love my job! And this time of year, and how very grateful I am for the friends and family I have been blessed with. And the oppurtunities at life I have had and how I wouldn't trade a single moment of it for anything! So thank you! Happy Easter my friends and may each of you remember what it's all about!!!
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Change...
Spare change, pocket change, loose change. Life is all about change, the adventures, challenges, and trials along the way are all helping us to adapt and change ourselves into the one person we want to become. We choose the type of individual we will be, by how we react to the circumstances around us. Sometimes the choices are extremely hard, and hurt, and break you to the point when you feel you can't go on, but I have found with a little faith, tons of prayers, and some much needed patience Heavenly Father will bless you in imacculate ways so long as you are willing to work for it! I am so grateful for the changes that have occured to shape me and my life that I may some day become half of what I can, and that one day through the many blessings I have recieved be able to give back to everyone in life who has helped me along the way. My family, my dear friends, and the ones who mean the absolute most!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Little Miss
Little Miss I give up...have you ever heard a song that just fits? This is my life in a song! I am trying so hard, I feel like I've put my all into a goal worth chasing to have it handed back to me time and time again. "Little miss do your best, little miss never rest..."
I hate this I hate feeling like time and time again everything I am working for is failing, like I don't know what I'm doing like every single person that ever said I couldn't was right... "Little miss I give up, Little miss I'll get tough don't you worry 'bout me anymore...''
I wanna help I wanna do the right thing. I know in my heart this is something worth fighting for. Something to work and push and run towards with every last breath that I have, but somedays every voice that ever said I couldn't comes back and knocks me down and makes my world stop.
"Little miss you'll go far, little miss hide your scars. Little miss who you are is so much more then you like to talk about...sometimes you gotta loose til you win!"
...I'm trying...
I hate this I hate feeling like time and time again everything I am working for is failing, like I don't know what I'm doing like every single person that ever said I couldn't was right... "Little miss I give up, Little miss I'll get tough don't you worry 'bout me anymore...''
I wanna help I wanna do the right thing. I know in my heart this is something worth fighting for. Something to work and push and run towards with every last breath that I have, but somedays every voice that ever said I couldn't comes back and knocks me down and makes my world stop.
"Little miss you'll go far, little miss hide your scars. Little miss who you are is so much more then you like to talk about...sometimes you gotta loose til you win!"
...I'm trying...
Friday, February 18, 2011
Almost There
Life is so full of it's ups and downs twists and turns. Sometimes I wonder if I'm doing the right thing...if I've made the right choice...if I'm screwing it all up. Sometimes I feel like I'm being pulled in 50 million directions, like every single person is expecting an answer from me, and while I may be trying my best I can never reach the goal. Life was never meant to be easy, we've known that all along. It was never meant to be fair either on the days when life seems to be kicking my butt. When every turn I make leads to an exploded door barracaded off. The one thing I have found that gets me through is looking at the things I am grateful for in this life. My loving family, my friends, my faith, the people who truly believe in me. The beauty of this world all around me, the fact that I was born with limbs, eyes, nose, ears, and all my body parts in tact. I love life, and the adventure it is!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Remember
"Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, to assure the survival and success of liberty...
"Liberty without learning is always in peril; learning without liberty is always in vain...
"We stand for freedom. That is our conviction for ourselves; that is our only commitment to others."
Never forget the reasons we are free!
"Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,
Between their lov'd homes and the war's desolation;
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserv'd us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust"
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
"Liberty without learning is always in peril; learning without liberty is always in vain...
"We stand for freedom. That is our conviction for ourselves; that is our only commitment to others."
Never forget the reasons we are free!
"Oh, say, can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand,
Between their lov'd homes and the war's desolation;
Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land
Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserv'd us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust"
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
"Sometimes I'm afraid and I don't feel that tough...but I'll stand back up!"
Go ahead and take your best shot,
Let 'er rip, give it all you've got,
I'm laid out on the floor, but I've been here before,
I may stumble, yeah I might fall,
Only human aren't we all?
I might lose my way, but hear me when i say,
I will stand back up,
Youll know just the moment when ive have enough,
Sometimes im afraid, and i dont feel that tough,
But I'll stand back up, I've been beaten up and bruised,
I've been kicked right off my shoes,
Been down on my knees more times than youd believe,
When the darkness tries to get me,
Theres a light that just wont let me,
It might take my pride, and my tears may fill my eyes,
But I'll stand back up,
I've weathered all these stroms,
But i just turn them into wind,
so i can fly, What dont kill you makes you stronger,
When I take my last breath,
Thats when I'll just give up,
So, go ahead to take your best shot,
Let 'er rip, give it all you've got,
You might win this round but you cant keep me down,
'Cause I'll stand back up,
And you'll know just the moment when ive had enough,
Sometimes im afraid and I dont feel that tough,
But I'll stand back up,
Youll know just the moment when ive had enough,
Sometimes I'm afraid and I dont feel that tough, But I'll stand back up.
Let 'er rip, give it all you've got,
I'm laid out on the floor, but I've been here before,
I may stumble, yeah I might fall,
Only human aren't we all?
I might lose my way, but hear me when i say,
I will stand back up,
Youll know just the moment when ive have enough,
Sometimes im afraid, and i dont feel that tough,
But I'll stand back up, I've been beaten up and bruised,
I've been kicked right off my shoes,
Been down on my knees more times than youd believe,
When the darkness tries to get me,
Theres a light that just wont let me,
It might take my pride, and my tears may fill my eyes,
But I'll stand back up,
I've weathered all these stroms,
But i just turn them into wind,
so i can fly, What dont kill you makes you stronger,
When I take my last breath,
Thats when I'll just give up,
So, go ahead to take your best shot,
Let 'er rip, give it all you've got,
You might win this round but you cant keep me down,
'Cause I'll stand back up,
And you'll know just the moment when ive had enough,
Sometimes im afraid and I dont feel that tough,
But I'll stand back up,
Youll know just the moment when ive had enough,
Sometimes I'm afraid and I dont feel that tough, But I'll stand back up.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Hands
His hands had worked at carpentry
And built strong things of wood,
But then His hands laid down the tools
And worked a greater good.
His hands were placed on heads that bowed
And blessings they received.
His hands raised up a maiden, dead,
To joy of those bereaved.
His hands washed feet covered in dust
Though “Master” was His name.
His hands touched eyes that never saw
And sight to sightless came.
His hands broke bread and passed the cup,
Both of which He had blessed.
He taught His friends to eat and drink
And find in Him their rest.
His hands were clasped in fervent prayer
As He bore all our sins.
He drank the bitter cup and thus
Our hope of life begins.
His hands were nailed upon a cross
And there He gave His life:
The innocent who sacrificed
To pay for sins and strife.
His hands stretched out, to demonstrate
To those whom He called friends
That it was He who paid the price;
At His hands, death would end.
His hands have beckoned me, and He
Asks if I’ll follow Him.
I humbly plead that He will guide
My hands to be as His.
And built strong things of wood,
But then His hands laid down the tools
And worked a greater good.
His hands were placed on heads that bowed
And blessings they received.
His hands raised up a maiden, dead,
To joy of those bereaved.
His hands washed feet covered in dust
Though “Master” was His name.
His hands touched eyes that never saw
And sight to sightless came.
His hands broke bread and passed the cup,
Both of which He had blessed.
He taught His friends to eat and drink
And find in Him their rest.
His hands were clasped in fervent prayer
As He bore all our sins.
He drank the bitter cup and thus
Our hope of life begins.
His hands were nailed upon a cross
And there He gave His life:
The innocent who sacrificed
To pay for sins and strife.
His hands stretched out, to demonstrate
To those whom He called friends
That it was He who paid the price;
At His hands, death would end.
His hands have beckoned me, and He
Asks if I’ll follow Him.
I humbly plead that He will guide
My hands to be as His.
I am so grateful for my Savior and for His hands, that lift and help me everyday especially lately when everything has seemed to turn upside down I know I just have to trust in Him and follow what is right and it will all work out for good!
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